Chapter 28
Our first insemination appointment was pretty nerve wracking. We were both hopeful it would work and nervous that it would at the same time. Not to mention that we had to undergo the procedure in the first place.
Dr. Lennox did everything he could to help us, and especially Santana, relax. I held her hand and murmured loving words into her ear while I ran my fingers through her hair the whole time he did the procedure and for the several minutes after that Santana needed to lie there. She twitched a little in discomfort when he inserted the tubing into her uterus, but other than that she said she was okay.
I was pretty overprotective over the next couple of weeks. If the procedure worked and Santana was pregnant, then I didn't want to risk anything happening to my wife and our child. I wouldn't let Santana really do anything. I did all of the cooking and the cleaning and the laundry. We still went to the pool so I could swim, but, apart from letting Santana stick her feet in the water, I wouldn't let her do anything.
Santana was incredibly amused by all of this and even protested that she wouldn't break if she helped around the house, but I insisted. I told her it was the least I could do to repay her for all of the time she took care of me when I was dealing with my rheumatoid arthritis. Not to mention how I wanted to take care of the future mother of my child.
Those two weeks to wait to take a pregnancy test seemed like they took forever. We even waited a couple extra days just to make sure. Finally, it was time. We waited impatiently for the allotted time and were both crushed when it was negative. Santana apologized to me but I reassured her that it was absolutely not her fault. We both knew that it would probably take several tries before she got pregnant, but it didn't mean that we could stop how we felt when it didn't work the first time.
We did things to keep our minds off of it. Santana started her period pretty much the next day after she took the test, so I worked on pampering her with massages and relaxing bubble baths. I made her favorite meal of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic breadsticks and made a special trip to Kyle's bakery to bring home cupcakes. It took some effort, but we kept our spirits up by looking forward to the next insemination and the hope that burned in us that we would soon be expecting a baby.
The next insemination went much the same way. The only difference was I was pressing kisses to Santana's cheek and forehead during the procedure. I was adamant about our baby being conceived in a loving environment, and I felt it couldn't get more loving than me whispering how I felt about Santana while giving her kisses. Santana would return the sentiments and when the medical staff left the room, she pulled my mouth to hers and we gave each other soft, heartfelt pecks until she was able to get up and get dressed again.
We were due to take the pregnancy test the week of my birthday. I wanted to do it the first possible day that we could, but Santana put her foot down. She said that she didn't want the possibility of a negative test to put a damper on my birthday, so she said that we would wait until after my birthday to take the test. It was a few days after the initial two week mark, so it would be a good time to do it. I was just impatient about it. I wanted to know. But I understood Santana's reasoning and let it be. We would take the test after my birthday.
My birthday was on a Friday this year. I didn't know what we were planning on doing. It was my 30th birthday, so Santana had insisted on planning a surprise for me. I told her not to overdo anything just in case she was pregnant. Plus, I didn't want a huge celebration. I had mixed feelings about turning thirty. I had a beautiful wife and we were planning on starting a family, and my health conditions were being managed, so my age wasn't too much of a bother. But turning thirty meant that I was entering a new decade of my life. I was leaving my twenties behind and every year older meant more risks of new health problems or side effects of being on my medications.
I woke up before my alarm was due to go off on the morning of my birthday due to soft kisses on my cheek, trailing down toward my neck.
"Mmmm, wha?" I mumbled groggily.
"Wake up, birthday girl," Santana murmured against the skin of my neck, causing goosebumps to spread across my flesh and tingles to shoot through my body.
"I'm awake," I told her, more coherent than I was just a moment before.
"Good," she husked, her tongue licking a wet circle just below my jaw.
I inhaled sharply as arousal pooled low in my belly. "San, you know we can't have sex," I whimpered. "We can't risk it if you are possibly pregnant."
"I know I can't get off, but it doesn't mean that I can't give you a birthday orgasm," she husked into my ear.
I was pretty desperate for an orgasm. Since the last insemination we had abstained from sex, much like the last time. We had a very healthy sex life, but neither of us wanted to risk possibly causing a complication if the insemination did work so we agreed to no sex. Santana had offered to still take care of me, but I told her that if I couldn't touch her then she shouldn't touch me. It seemed that she was going to ignore that mandate.
"Baby," I tried to protest, "you know how hard it is for me not to touch you if you are sexing me up."
Santana chuckled, her low raspy laughter sending hot breaths against my neck and making me shiver. She pushed herself up and straddled me, looking down at me in amusement and desire.
"Well, I could always tie your hands up so you don't," she threatened lustily. "But I think you can be a good girl and just keep your hands to yourself, can't you?"
I swallowed hard, my hands going up to rest on Santana's hips almost to prove my point. "San," I begged, although I didn't know exactly what I was begging for.
Santana leaned down to whisper in my ear again. "Just think of it as your first birthday present, babe."
I moaned and my hands fell off of her hips and moved up above my head, indicating that I would do what she asked. Santana smirked at me before kissing me hungrily. Her hands went to the hem of my shirt, pushing it up above my breasts. She broke away from my mouth to bring it down to my breasts where she sucked my nipple into her mouth, kneading the flesh in her hands.
My hips bucked up into her, and she stretched herself so she was lying over me. She released my breasts and began kissing down my stomach, scooting her body down as she trailed lower. Her fingers hooked into the top of my pajamas and tugged. I lifted my hips to help her and she pulled off my pants and panties and discarded them to the side.
"So beautiful," Santana breathed as she looked over my mostly naked form.
She settled herself between my thighs that had parted instinctually for her. She kissed up my thighs, teasing me, before finally dragging her tongue through my folds.
"Fuck," I moaned, my hips rocking to try to increase the friction Santana's mouth was giving me.
Santana put my thighs over her shoulders and brought her hands up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples as her tongue licked my core. I propped myself up to watch her, and her eyes locked onto my hooded gaze. She sucked on my clit and my head dropped back in pleasure. I threaded my fingers through her hair, unable to resist touching her in some way.
I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. Once her tongue slid inside me, I was gone. I shattered, my core clenching around her tongue as I cried out. My fingers tightened in her hair as I pulled her harder into me, helping me ride out my orgasm. I finally relaxed, falling back onto the bed with a thud, my breath coming in short gasps.
I gave a final twitch as Santana kissed my folds before crawling her way back up my body. I gave her a satisfied grin as I saw her smug face, her chin and lips covered in my juices. I used a lazy thumb to wipe some away before I cupped her cheek and brought her down for a kiss. I tasted myself on her mouth and I almost rolled her over so I could have my way with her as another spark of desire went through me. But I held myself back, my caution over her possible pregnancy keeping me in check.
"Happy birthday, Britt," Santana said after she pulled back.
"Thank you," I said sincerely.
Santana just laid herself down beside me when my alarm went off. I groaned in frustration as I turned over to turn it off and took my pill. I rolled back over to give Santana my usual morning kiss and pressed my forehead to hers briefly before I got out of bed to begin my routine. I took care of the dogs and took a shower. I came back out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth to find Santana still in bed.
"You're going to be late, Tana," I warned her.
"I'm not going to work today," she said, her eyes trailing my towel clad body.
I gave her a concerned look. "You okay? Are you sick?"
"Yes, I'm fine," she reassured me. "I just wanted to get your birthday celebration surprise taken care of, so I took the day off."
I gave her a suspicious look. "You aren't planning some huge thing, are you? I don't want you to overwork yourself, so if you are you better scale it back."
She rolled her eyes at me, although her face showed a little smile. "I promise I am not overworking myself. I just needed some time to get everything done so we could celebrate right when you get home from work."
I searched her face for any sign that she was lying about how much she was going to be doing today. "Okay," I conceded. "Just promise me you aren't going to do anything crazy."
"I promise," she said sincerely. Her eyes darkened as I dropped my towel to start getting dressed. "But I can't promise I can keep my hands off of you again if you don't put some clothes on soon."
I chuckled and smirked at her, grabbing my clothes and getting dressed quickly. Santana's face showed a little disappointment when I covered up, so I went back to the bed and gave her a kiss before I headed to finish getting ready. I left Santana in bed with a final goodbye kiss then headed to work.
I kept in touch with her throughout the day, making sure that she was still okay. She called me when I was on my lunch to let me know that everything was fine, and her plans for the evening were falling into place perfectly. I was relieved to hear her chipper voice and I could tell that she was in a great mood.
Finally, my work day was over. I was excited to get home and see what Santana had planned for me. I carried my box of candies Gus had given me into the house and immediately the scent of my favorite meal that Santana made hit my nose.
"I'm home," I called out, and Santana yelled that she was in the kitchen.
I greeted the dogs and made my way to my wife. "It smells great," I told her as she stood over the stove, stirring the meat and vegetables that were cooking in the pan.
I walked up behind her and snaked my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Fajitas are my favorite," I said.
"I know," she said, turning her head to me with a smile and she pecked my lips quickly before turning back to the meal. "It's almost done, so go ahead and take a seat."
I did as she asked, and that was when I saw the bouquet of white roses on the table. I couldn't help but grin, knowing my wife loved to give me flowers. Santana transferred the food to serving dishes and brought everything over, ignoring my offer to help.
We talked about our days a bit as we ate, and I thanked her for the flowers. Once dinner was finished, I ignored her protests to sit back down and helped her clean up. She got the familiar bakery box and pulled out a small cake decorated with white roses that Kyle had done a beautiful job with. I blew out the candle Santana had lit, thankful she hadn't tried to put thirty of them on there, and we enjoyed the delicious dessert.
"Thank you for everything baby. It was delicious," I told Santana as she put the cake away.
"You're welcome, birthday girl," she replied with a smile. "Now it's time for presents!"
I grinned at her enthusiasm and she led me into the living room. She went to go get my presents from wherever she had hidden them and returned to the room with several wrapped packages. I opened the card first, giving her a kiss in thanks at her loving sentiments she had written. I opened a gorgeous necklace with blue diamonds, which Santana said reminded her of my eyes sometimes. I naturally got matching earrings, and I wondered when I would have the occasion to wear all of this nice jewelry. My final present was a collection of several movies that I hadn't added to my collection yet.
"This is awesome, Tana," I enthused. "Thank you."
"There is one more thing," she told me, grabbing her phone off of the coffee table. "It was kind of a last minute thing though, so it isn't here yet."
"That's okay," I said. "I'm sure it will be great."
She smiled shyly at me and messed with her phone a minute before meeting my eyes. "I had some help with this part, but Lord Tubbington didn't want to cooperate," she said.
I gave her a confused look as she turned her phone around to show me a picture. Lance and Lady were lying together on the floor, a sign propped up beneath their heads. It was a cute picture of them, and I smiled a little before my focus went to the words on the sign.
"What?" I asked in surprise, taking in the words. I looked up at Santana with wide eyes to see her face breaking out into a grin. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
Santana nodded. "They wanted to help let you know they are going to be big siblings soon. I'm pregnant, Brittany."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed in excitement, so much emotion crashing into me as I pulled Santana into a hug. "We're going to have a baby. I love you so much!"
"I love you, too," Santana replied, her voice thick with emotion. I was pressing frantic kisses to the side of her face as I held her, tears stinging my eyes as my love and happiness overwhelmed me.
I finally pulled back to see happy tears falling down Santana's cheeks, a giant grin on her face showing her dimples. I cupped her face in my hands. "I can't believe it," I breathed in awe. "I thought you weren't going to take the test yet though."
Santana looked a little guilty, but her smile didn't diminish. "I lied," she told me unapologetically. "I wanted to be able to surprise you on your birthday if it was positive, so I took a test yesterday morning. It was positive, so I called Dr. Lennox to get in for a blood test today and it was positive as well. That was part of the reason I didn't go into work today."
I tried to be a little upset that I wasn't there for any of that, but I found that I couldn't. I was too happy we were having a baby. "I am so freaking happy, Santana," I said. "But what would you have done if it was negative?"
She shrugged a little. "I would have waited to take another one with you tomorrow," she explained. "There was always a chance that it could be a false negative, so it wouldn't have hurt to do more than one."
"Well I am glad you didn't wait. This was the best birthday present ever!"
She grinned again and I couldn't resist kissing her. We were so loving with each other the rest of the night, giddy in our excitement and joy. I knew things would change a lot now. I scolded Lord Tubbington when I saw him for not participating in the family picture. I told him that he was going to have to be a good big brother, and he rubbed against both mine and Santana's legs in apology before scampering off. I hoped it meant that he was going to be nice to the baby, but one never knew with Tubbs.
I was super watchful with Santana for the rest of the night, and made sure we went to bed super early. I held her gently in my arms, my hands cradling her flat tummy where our son or daughter was starting to grow. This was one of the best days of my life.
The next day Santana had arranged for a birthday party for me. Our friends and family (with the exception of Gabe, who had a game that day) gathered at a local restaurant to celebrate my birthday. It was hard to keep our big news to ourselves, but, apart from being called out for our big smiles sometimes that were easily explained by saying we were happy due to my birthday, we were able to keep it a secret.
I was definitely more protective now that I knew Santana was carrying our baby. She still insisted on coming to the pool with me, and I let her get in but only to float around a bit. She was absolutely not allowed into the hot tub. We had gotten pretty used to eating healthy since I had started trying to lose weight, but we both wanted to make sure Santana ate a well balanced diet so our little baby could grow well.
I pampered her every day. I made her favorite meals. I gave her massages. I got her pretty much whatever she asked for. Santana protested, but my actions still made her smile. I told her I wouldn't stop because I was determined to take care of my loves in every way, so she just gave in.
It wasn't long before her morning sickness started. It was actually more of evening sickness instead. I started making light meals for dinner in hopes that it would help settle her stomach, but no matter what I did it ended up coming right back up. I held her hair back and rubbed her back soothingly while she emptied her stomach. I did my best to make sure she stayed hydrated and, once the vomiting abated for the night, I would cuddle with her until she fell asleep. She became tired a lot more easily, so we spent most evenings on the couch where she would nap until her sickness would start.
Our routine stayed the same for weeks. I pressed goodbye kisses to her belly every morning before I left her for work and goodnight kisses every night when we got in bed. Santana would always cradle my head lovingly when I did so, and then pull me up to her lips for her own kiss. I was reluctant to have sex since I didn't want anything to happen to the baby, but Santana convinced me it was safe and practically begged me to touch her so I did. I did it gently, but we were both satisfied in the end.
Our wedding anniversary arrived, and Santana had actually started to show a little bit. She had the tiniest little bump that I loved to kiss and talk to and hold in my hands. My favorite thing to do was hold my hands over Santana's while she held onto her bump. It felt like we were both holding our baby. It felt like we were already a family.
We had decided to take an easy day for our anniversary. We took a leisurely walk around the zoo, reminiscent of the day we first admitted that we were interested in each other. It was one of my favorite days because it was the start of our relationship. I made sure we took plenty of breaks, both to help Santana, who became increasingly more tired as the day wore on, and to help myself since a lot of walking tended to make the arthritis in my feet flare up.
We were standing and watching the otters. Santana had her arm looped through mine and had her head resting on my shoulder, and I felt so unbelievably happy at the moment.
"I think I want to give Otto the Otter to the baby," I told her as we watched the otters swim around.
"Really? I got it for you, babe," Santana said, a little in surprise.
"Yeah," I confirmed. "It's just that Otto was the first real gift you gave me, and it reminds me of the day when we first really started our relationship. It was so special to me- both the stuffed animal and that day. I want our baby to have it because it is kind of a symbol of our relationship."
Santana had lifted her head off of my shoulder to look at me with a soft smile. Her eyes were sparkling with love. "I think that's perfect, Brittany. The baby's first stuffed animal should have special meaning, and I think Otto the Otter is incredibly special."
"I think so, too," I told her with a loving look before cupping her cheek and giving her a soft kiss.
"You wanna know something?" Santana asked when we pulled apart.
"What?"
"It was right here when I realized that I was falling in love with you," Santana confessed.
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
Santana gave me a bashful look and nodded. "Yeah. You were talking about how the otters held hands so they didn't float away from each other, and I just kept thinking how badly I wanted to hold your hand then so you wouldn't go away from me. That's when I knew my feelings were much stronger than a crush."
It felt like my heart was going to explode as it overflowed with the love I felt for my wife. I didn't know how my life could get much more perfect than this. I moved my arm that Santana's was linked to so I could intertwine our fingers together.
"Now you can hold my hand forever, Santana. I won't ever let you float away," I promised.
She grinned at me and squeezed my hand. "Me neither," she vowed. "But we should probably move on so we can get home soon. The baby is getting tired."
I easily agreed and we made our way toward the entrance. I didn't want Santana to over-exert herself, so we took our time but then headed straight home where I laid her down on the couch for a nap while I made dinner. We needed a quiet night in so Santana could rest and relax. I wanted to make sure she and the baby were taken care of.
I woke her up once dinner was ready with a gentle caress to her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a sleepy smile.
"Dinner is ready baby," I told her softly.
She held my hand to her cheek and turned her head to press a kiss to my palm. "Sorry I fell asleep," she said, her voice huskier than normal from sleep. "The baby is definitely wearing me out today. I feel bad that we can't go out for our first anniversary."
I shook my head a little, wanting to make it clear that I absolutely had no problem with our day. "It was the best anniversary celebration I could imagine, San," I said truthfully. "We could have stayed in bed all day and watched movies for all I cared. I want to do whatever you and the baby need, and if that is sleep and having dinner at home then I am 100% happy with that."
"Maybe we can get in bed and watch those movies later," she said with a smile. "But first, the baby wants to eat."
I laughed. "Sounds like your appetite is better. Is your sickness starting to improve?"
"I think so. I sure as hell hope so," she said emphatically.
I looked at her in mock horror, cupping my hands over her belly. "Don't say words like that around the baby," I jokingly scolded.
Santana rolled her eyes at me and held her hand up so I could help her stand. I pulled her up and we headed into the kitchen to eat dinner. Santana ended up feeling a little nauseated but didn't throw up. We counted that as a win.
We exchanged gifts. Santana had gotten me a new set of deluxe pots and pans that I had been wanting, plus a bracelet. I got her a baby charm for her charm bracelet plus a diamond necklace in the shape of the infinity symbol. Then we went to bed and watched movies until we fell asleep.
The next week we had our first ultrasound appointment with Dr. Lennox. We were both really excited to see our baby for the first time.
"How are you feeling Santana?" Dr. Lennox asked when he walked into the room.
"Pretty good," she replied. "My morning sickness has been in the evening and it was pretty bad to start with, but the past couple of nights I either haven't thrown up or thrown up just once."
"That's good to hear. Hopefully that continues and means that you will be finished with all of that." He looked at her chart briefly. "I see you've put on a few pounds, which is good to see. It means that the morning sickness hasn't affected you too badly then."
"Yeah, I can tell I've put on weight. I have a little bump already and I think I am going to have to get new pants soon," Santana said happily.
"You're showing already?" He asked, the hint of a smile showing on his lips.
"Yeah, it's really cute," I told him with a grin.
"Well, let's go ahead and check out your baby and get you ladies some pictures of your little one," he said, and we readily agreed.
He squirted the cold goo on Santana's little belly and grabbed the wand to start searching around for the baby. I couldn't make heads or tails out of the pictures that popped up on the screen, but as long as he could then that was all that mattered.
"Hmmm," he hummed thoughtfully.
"What?" Santana asked.
"Is something wrong?" I asked at the same time.
Dr. Lennox ignored us for a brief moment as he moved the wand around before he seemed to find something he was looking for. He flipped a switch and we heard swishing sounds that could only be the baby's heartbeat. He then looked at us with a grin. "No, nothing's wrong," he reassured us. "I was just confirming my suspicions. You're carrying twins, Santana."
My eyes widened in shock as Santana's hand squeezed mine hard.
"Twins?" Santana asked, breathless with surprise.
"That's right," he confirmed. "You ladies are going to be mommies to two little ones."
I looked at Santana in surprise and awe. She met my eyes with a mixture of shock and happiness and a little bit of fear in her eyes.
"Twins," I whispered. I felt the beginning of a smile tugging at my lips, and it wasn't until I saw the happiness start to overtake Santana's face that I let it break free.
"Twins, babe," she told me, a giddy laugh escaping her.
"Oh my God, I love you so much," I told her, tears pooling in my eyes. I cupped her face and kissed her hard. "You're so perfect."
Santana grinned at me.
"So I take it this is definitely happy news?" Dr. Lennox asked us, amusement in his voice.
"Most definitely," Santana said. "Although I am a little concerned about extra complications, but two babies are perfect."
"More than perfect," I agreed. "We obviously will have to do some rethinking with our planning, but I couldn't be happier."
"Great! So do you mommies want to see your babies then?"
We nodded enthusiastically, and Dr. Lennox proceeded to point out our little babies on the screen. Santana and I both were overcome with the love we already felt for our children, and neither of us could stop the tears from falling as we looked at our babies for the first time. Dr. Lennox did discuss some of the extra things to be aware of since it was confirmed that we were having twins, and we made a note to do some extra research on it. He also made sure to print off pictures of the ultrasound for us and even made us a DVD that we could watch at home.
I think I had just found my new favorite movie.
"Are you really okay with this?" I asked Santana as we left the doctor's office and got into the car.
Santana looked at me a little in surprise. "Yeah. Why would you think I wasn't?"
I shrugged a little. "I didn't really think you weren't, but twins are a lot to handle, and you're the one who is going to be carrying them, which means that you are the one who is going to be most impacted by it. And you had said you didn't want to do in vitro because of the higher risk of multiples."
"Britt, I know I was hesitant about in vitro because of the risk of carrying multiples, but that was more because I didn't want to have like four or five babies," she explained. "This is only two, which we should easily be able to handle. Besides, this happened naturally, so it was like it was destined for us. Fate wanted to give us two babies right now. And you always say that you believe things happen for a reason, so we were supposed to have twins."
"I guess we were," I said with a smile. "I just can't believe it. Two babies San! I love them so much already."
"Me too," she said softly, cupping her belly.
"Hi babies," I cooed to her bump as I leaned over the center console to get close to it. I put my hand over Santana's to hold our babies with her. "Your mommies love you, and we can't wait to meet you. I know we have awhile still before we can, but just know that we are so excited for you and you are both going to be so loved and cared for."
"Hey, Britt?" Santana tried to get my attention. I hummed, letting her know I was listening. "I think we're going to need to get another otter."
I laughed and agreed. I was looking forward to the rest of this pregnancy. Things were definitely looking bright for us.
A/N: So what did you guys think of Santana's birthday surprise for Brittany? She is pregnant! With twins! Yay! Or no?
So a lot happened this chapter, including the inseminations (which I admit to knowing nothing about really), the positive test, their quiet first anniversary, and the news that they are going to be expecting two little ones. I think they are definitely getting to that amazingly good place again, and things are looking brighter. Do you guys agree?
What do you think the sexes of the babies will be? Who will they tell the news to first? Any other thoughts?
There are only two chapters left in this, so we are definitely wrapping things up here. I appreciate you all for reading for this long, and I hope you like the rest of the story!
